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Oops! My apologies. The above news report is a mistake, of course. So sorry about that, sir; quantum fluctuations such as this one do sometimes cause news from one dimension to crop up from one reality to another.

Theorists who have studied the phenomenon say it happens all the time. Something to do with the location of The Wulfshead. Especially on Groundhog Day.

For each distinct way the world could have been, there is said to be a distinct possible world in existence somewhere in some other dimension. Or so they say. I wouldn't know, sir.

The actual world, sir?

Why, for the gentleman's purpose, it would have to be the reality the gentleman in fact lives in. At that particular place and time. And in that particular dimension. In that particular manifestation of The Wulfshead — wherever or whenever that may be, at any given place or time.

And, ah, here comes the actual report that should have been presented to the gentleman today.

Please, do disregard that earlier release, sir. I apologize for any inconvenience it may have caused.

The Wulfshead club is a well known watering hole for all the strange and unusual people in the world. And for those just passing through... No one's quite sure exactly where the club itself is located, and the very anonymous management likes to keep it that way, but there are authorized access points at locations all around the world, if you know where to look. And if your name's on the approved list.~Simon Green, Daemons Are Forever